Book 1 - James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing

McGonagall were good. But James knew one thing for sure: Merlin wanted to be good. It was hard to tell if
it was better to have a headmaster who was good by nature or one that was good because he had to try to be
so every day, but James was old enough to know that it was a risk worth taking. Besides, the Gremlin part of
James whispered, it might be fun having a headmaster who’d banish someone like Tabitha Corsica to the
netherworld with a glance.
“Ask him,” James said, nodding once, emphatically. “If the Ministry goes for it, ask him. And I
hope he accepts.”
“Woo hoo!” Noah hooted, throwing his hands in the air.
“Keep it to yourselves, for now,” Ron said sternly. “If word gets out before your dad and Hermione
arrange things at the Ministry, it could spoil everything. Got it?”
Noah nodded. James smiled agreement.
“Your dad took back the cloak and the map, did he?” Ron asked James, changing the subject.
“Yeah. And I’m apparently going to be grounded when I get back. Two weeks off my broom.”
Ron clucked his tongue. “Just when you were getting pretty good on it, I hear. Ah well. You know
your dad has to keep up the look of the thing, punishing you and all, but he’s proud of you. Take it from
me.”
James’ smile widened and his cheeks flushed.
“Not that I’d try it again, mind you,” Ron said, his grin vanishing. “Once is a charm. If you pull
something like that again, Ginny will probably decide to home school you in the basement. Take it from me,
she’s no one to fiddle with, James.”
Later that afternoon, James met Zane and Ralph outside as the Alma Alerons gathered to disembark.
As they watched, the three flying vehicles were driven out of the Garage, and then the Garage was broken
down and packed inside the trunk of the Dodge Hornet.
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